He Dong is now 120 years old and has gone through many vicissitudes of life.
When I was young, Patriarch He was still alive and Qingfeng Mountain was so famous that the royal family of Jingguo had to respectfully call him Immortal Master when they met He Zheng.
In the middle age, the family fortunes were in decline, the ancestral land was ruined, and they lived in a foreign country and suffered hardships. Now the He family is becoming increasingly prosperous, swimming upstream in troubled times.
"Thinking back on more than a hundred years of experience, I realize that the power of time can erase all gaps. I saw many geniuses back then, but I can't compare to them. There are not many alive now."
He Dong said: "Just like this cave, we can't afford to offend Mr. Tang, but we can wait slowly!"
He Zheng reminded: "Uncle Dong, your life is running out."
"It doesn't matter if I die?"
He Dong said: "The real person's lifespan is long, but it cannot be compared with the family. The next generation will have you, and the next generation will have them, and the inheritance will continue from generation to generation. However, the real person's lifespan is limited, are you afraid that you will not be able to wait?"
He Zheng wanted to speak, but He Dong waved his hand to stop him.
"If Mr. Tang can build a foundation through casual cultivation, there must be something special about him!"
He Dong reminded: "For example, is it good at extending life? Or is there a life-extending spiritual object? Or maybe what we see is not what it is? Instead of taking a risk, it is better to wait two hundred years before we can be sure of victory!"
Hearing this, the He family members nodded in agreement.
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Ten years later.
He Family Palace.
He Dong lay weakly on the bed, most of his hair had fallen out, and his body exuded a strong aura of death.
The He family monks stood beside the bed with their bows. The leader, He Zheng, had a slight grayish tint on his temples.
"I called you here because I have a few words of advice."
He Dong was dying and spoke like a mosquito: "I have lived for a hundred and thirty years, longer than many real people. I have no regrets for a long time. The only thing I can't worry about is my family..."
The monks control the body meticulously, and He Dong knows that his life span is about to end, and nature is no longer able to be cured by elixirs.
"He Zheng has an impatient temper. He has never had any setbacks in his life. He likes to argue when things happen, and it is difficult for him to take on the important responsibilities of continuing the family."
He Zheng looked unwilling to hear this, but did not dare to refute. He Dong had been in charge of the family for fifty or sixty years, and his reputation and achievements were unparalleled.
"He Si, come here."
He Dong called a young man: "After I die, the position of clan leader will be passed on to you. Remember to be cautious and don't rush for quick success."
"Grandpa, don't worry, my grandson will remember."
He Si is already in his thirties, but practicing immortality makes him look younger.
"When the He family regains their spiritual land, remember to offer incense to me..."
He Dong's voice became lower and lower, his breath slowly dissipated, and he finally passed away.
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Time flies, and nineteen years go by in a blink of an eye.
The inner formation.
Zhou Yi used Earth Escape to go from the underground martial arts room to the spiritual retreat stone room.
The fifth time of dispersing the power took a full twenty-eight years, but I still had the previous experience of accelerating the dispersion. Otherwise, the Tao foundation would be solid and tenacious, and it would not necessarily dissipate in three to four decades.
Within one year after dispersing the power, the Red Flame Jue reached the third level of Qi training, and the speed of practice was as fast as lightning.
"Last time I only used one Foundation Establishment Pill. This time I should be able to build the foundation on my own. However, I have to take the Foundation Establishment Pill to protect my Dantian in advance to avoid any accidents."
Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness swept over it, covering a hundred feet in radius, and he had a clear view of the outdoor scene.
The ginseng doll fell asleep soundly and had completely returned to its three-foot-long human form.
Prime Minister Turtle is cooking. A pure water demon, forced by eating food and eagle and tiger, has become proficient in using fire.
The golden eagle opened a nest on the top of the cave, commanding the audience.
The black tiger was having fun in the medicine field. His claws swooped left and right, trying to hold down the blood vine demon's head.
"The blood vine demon is getting smarter and smarter, and may not be able to develop consciousness. The black tiger is getting stupider and stupider. Not to mention that compared with the golden eagle, it can't even compare to a plant."
When Zhou Yi thought about this, he hesitated whether to use the black tiger to practice the Nine Transformations of the True Dragon.
After more than sixty years of hard training and consuming countless golden eagle essence and blood, he finally achieved the eagle transformation. The next step is the tiger transformation.
"Theoretically, I won't be affected by this guy. What if it happens? Stupidity is more dangerous than weakness!"
Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness swept over and saw the black tiger holding the blood vine demon silly. He immediately made up his mind not to practice the tiger transformation for the time being.
"The ox changes to increase strength, the eagle changes to increase speed, and the tiger changes to increase killing power. I don't want to fight with others. I will find a smart tiger demon to practice later. The most important thing now is to restore my cultivation and try to build a foundation on my own!"
Habitually take out the tube and shake it a few times.
The spiritual lottery landed safely.
"Safe and worry-free!"
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Nine years later.
The Book of Changes has reached the perfection of refining Qi, and the mana in the Dantian is as viscous as liquid.
"Even without fire-attribute elixirs, Luoshui Lingdi is still water-attributed, and it has reached the ninth level of Qi refining in just ten years. At such a speed, I am afraid only Tianlinggen can compare!"
"It was rebuilt five times and accumulated for 150 years before we are where we are today!"
Zhou Yi lowered his eyes and realized vaguely that no talent could compare to accumulation and foundation.
Take out a foundation-building pill and take it. It melts in your mouth, and the medicinal power wraps the Dantian to repair the cracks at any time.
The viscous mana in the dantian began to condense into a liquid state under the guidance of Zhou Yi. The process went smoothly. The dantian was not damaged at all, and it naturally broke through the foundation building stage.
Zhouyi did not leave the seclusion, but turned to practice the Five Spirits Sutra.
Half a month later.
The mana conversion was successful, Zhou Yi tried to practice, and noticed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was swarming in.
"This cultivation speed is more than twice as fast as before!"
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at the same time.
Outside the formation.
Prime Minister Gui crossed his arms and looked up at everyone in the He family with disdainful eyes.
"No one is allowed to enter without the permission of the Immortal!"
"As my life is coming to an end, I just want to say goodbye to Mr. Tang before I die."
He Zheng has gray hair, and his magic power has been fully refined. He is even stronger than the turtle demon: "Senior Turtle, I see that you are older, so I would like to call you senior. Don't you know what is good and what is evil?"
"What? Are you planning to break in?"
Prime Minister Turtle said coldly: "Our family is in charge of the spirit formation. If you dare to violate the rules, your teaching will be wiped out!"
In the past ten years, the monks of the He family have always tried to see Zhou Yi for various reasons to confirm whether he was alive or dead. Prime Minister Turtle is too lazy to tangle with them, and will retreat obediently if he threatens them with his array.
This time it was different, He Zhan showed his lust and spoke condescendingly.
"Senior Turtle, you can try it!"
Prime Minister Turtle raised his eyebrows. He would not tolerate the He family monks and immediately activated the formation disk.
Eight golden pillars rose from the ground, and the divine fire of the sun slowly gathered. It was about to fall, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Prime Minister Turtle is not afraid. In its eyes, the He family are just clowns.
He Zheng pointed to an old man behind him and introduced: "This is Elder Zhong, a guest of the He family. He happens to be proficient in the Eight-door Golden Lock Formation. It took him more than ten years to finally crack the formation."
Elder Zhong said: "This formation is passed down from my ancestors. I would like to ask Master Tang where he got it."
Prime Minister Turtle was about to make a few sarcastic remarks when Zhou Yi's voice came to his ears.
"Let them in!"
A voice came into Prime Minister Turtle's ears. It was calm, indifferent, and seemed to have no anger.
Prime Minister Turtle was also interesting. He was not happy when he heard this. He looked at He Zheng in fear, turned around and fled back to the formation.
He Zheng couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this.
"Excuse me, Elder Zhong, to break the formation. I'll go pay homage to Master Tang later!"
No one has been seen for more than sixty years. He Zheng had long thought that Zhou Yi was dead and Luoshui Lingdi should have been owned by the He family.
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